"Sometimes it would snow on my birthday!" my Buffalo-born and bred wife is fond of saying. Over the years, I have tried to plan celebrations that might provide that burst of early winter cheer. In addition to actually returning to Buffalo, we have also spent some of her birthday weekends in Pittsburgh and other points north.
But the snowiest birthday of all was the year we went to Santa Fe, New Mexico. There was a dusting of fine powder on the old plaza, and our breath blew icy plumes in the cold desert air as we walked to breakfast. The huevos rancheros, Christmas-style, warmed us almost as much as the suede Western jackets and scarves we had purchased the night before. When our plates were cleared, we drank one more cup of hot coffee, looking out on the snowy peaks of the Sangre de Cristo mountains.
According to the weather forecast, we don't even have to travel this year to experience an arctic blast. In the coming days, cold records dating back two centuries may fall. Will there be snow? Doubtful. But it will be cold! And there will be a fire in our hearth and warmth in our hearts. Happy Birthday, Heidi!
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